Douluo 2: This Dragon God has too much martial virtue

Chapter 568: Looking Back at History and Looking Forward to the Future

"I must retrieve the other half of my soul as soon as possible!" Tang San gritted his teeth and pushed his speed to the limit. The stone pillar in the center of the lake was already in sight, but the distance now seemed exceptionally long. He could feel the will of the God of Destruction exerting an increasingly strong suppression on him through every plant and every inch of land.

At this moment, Tang San could no longer control the entire forest's dynamics with the power of the Blue Silver Grass, as he had done in Douluo Continent. This was the God Realm; there was no Blue Silver Grass for him to command, and his will could not possibly supersede the God of Destruction, allowing him to use the plants and trees of this forbidden land.

Even now, he still finds it hard to believe that the God of Destruction could control all the divine beasts of the entire forest with his own will. The strength displayed by the mud monster earlier was already astonishing, but these divine beasts corrupted by the will of destruction seem even stronger than in their normal state. The destructive intent, after merging into their consciousness, seems to have become nourishment for them. This is truly beyond his expectations; no wonder the God of Destruction imprisoned his other half of his soul here. Even if a sealed soul is unattended, how could it possibly escape from here?

Guarding? Right, the God of Destruction might even send a law enforcement god or one of his trusted subordinates to personally guard him. Thinking of this, Tang San's heart sank again.

As they drew closer to the core lake, Tang San became increasingly cautious. Based on his past experience in Douluo Continent, he knew that in any forest where spirit beasts gathered, the closer to the core area, the stronger the spirit beasts became, and this place was likely no exception.

His judgment proved to be entirely correct. About ten kilometers from the small lake, a sudden wave of numbness swept through his body.

As an expert in using poison, Tang San immediately realized that these were not symptoms of poisoning, but rather the feeling of being struck by lightning.

The fog in the forest had turned pale blue at some point, and in his divine sense, dangerous blue lightning was flashing within it.

"Come out!" Tang San shouted, locking his divine sense in one direction, and raised his hand to unleash another Unpredictable Storm.

At that very moment, the thin blue mist suddenly thickened. In an instant, everything around him transformed into a sea of ​​lightning. The original swamp forest vanished, replaced by countless terrifying lightning pillars as thick as mountains, carrying a violent energy of destructive intent, bombarding him relentlessly.

Seven dazzling blue halos suddenly erupted behind Tang San, the radiance of his Sea God status shining brightly amidst the lightning. The halos spun rapidly, forcefully withstanding the bombardment of the sky-filling thunder. He gripped his golden trident tightly, drawing countless golden arcs in the air, and a vast golden sea of ​​clouds surged forth in response.

Thunder raged across the sky, golden light flashing, each collision unleashing blinding flashes of light. With a crisp crackling sound, the surrounding thunderclouds gradually weakened, and a massive figure appeared and disappeared amidst the lightning.

It was a colossal beast, dark blue in color, over twenty meters long, its entire body crackling with violent electricity. Most striking were the dense spikes on its back and the three meter-long horns on its forehead, each crackling with dangerous lightning.

Thunder Dragon? Tang San's heart skipped a beat. This legendary divine beast should have gone extinct during the Dragon God era. A terrifying thought surfaced in his mind: Damn it! Just how many dragons did the God of Destruction raise?

Although the thunder dragon before them was not as large as the legendary ones, it still exuded a terrifying aura. It raised its head and let out a deafening roar, and deep purple thunderballs began to condense on its sharp horns. Each thunderball was filled with violent electricity, and in the blink of an eye, the entire sky was dyed a terrifying purplish-black.

Tang San was not afraid of the thunder dragon, but he was too close to the core area at the moment. If he alerted the guards there, the situation would become even more troublesome. What alarmed him even more was that more and more divine beasts were surrounding him from all directions, and four powerful auras behind him were also approaching. As soon as these auras appeared, they enveloped an area of ​​several thousand meters in radius like a tide.

Four distinctly different evil auras swept in, instantly obscuring the entire sky. Four figures slowly emerged from different directions, gradually approaching Tang San like the divine beasts.

A bunch of lackeys of the god of destruction!

The four original sin gods gathered here, and the terrifying pressure made Tang San's expression solemn. The strength of these negative gods far exceeded that of ordinary first-level gods. The combined divine power of the four gods almost rendered Tang San unable to move. This was not a special skill, but a pure and absolute crushing of divine power.

In battles at the divine level, the role of technique has been greatly diminished; what truly determines victory is the strength of divine power and the divine soul. For Tang San, who now only has half of his divine soul left to support his position as the Sea God, the situation is far too difficult.

The God of Arrogance didn't waste words with him, but instead roared to the sky. The seven dark blue halos behind him suddenly intensified, and two more illusory halos appeared, making him seem as if he temporarily possessed nine halos. Although this was only a temporary illusion and did not truly elevate him to the level of a God-King, his aura had undergone a tremendous change.

As he unleashed his punch, a dark blue ball of lightning condensed in the sky, and the violent roar nearly shattered the barrier that he and his three colleagues had set up together.

"You dare to kill a god?! Prepare to suffer divine punishment!" Tang San decided to take one last gamble, straightening his chest to meet the attack of the God of Arrogance. A hint of pleasure flashed in his eyes. After all, the God of Arrogance was the God of Destruction's right-hand man. If he could eliminate him through divine punishment, it would be the best thing for Tang San.

The laws of the divine realm are strict: no conflict can end with the killing of a deity. Internal struggles are limited to power struggles; any deity who commits regicide will face divine punishment from the central authority of the divine realm. This rule is so absolute that even the God-King cannot violate it; a deity must be publicly tried by the Divine Assembly before execution. Therefore, Tang San believes he need not worry about his life for the time being, and may even be able to use the power of divine punishment to counter his pursuers.

He absolutely intends to use divine punishment to take revenge on those original sin gods who once beat him!

However, the God of Arrogance's offensive showed no signs of abating, and a heavy punch followed closely behind. Tang San finally began to feel fear, and in his haste, he only had time to unleash a Boundless Storm. Although he successfully restrained the God of Arrogance, the heavy punch was already upon him. He hurriedly urged the Eight Wings of the Sea God to close, attempting to restrain this fatal blow.

However, how could the full-force attack of the God of Pride be so easily resisted? Under the impact of the violent divine power, the eight wings of the Sea God were instantly shredded. Tang San, whose divine soul was already incomplete, suffered a severe injury. Two golden blood arrows spurted from his chest at the same time. The Sea God's divine armor disintegrated and turned into specks of golden light that dissipated. Even the Sea God's trident turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the trident mark on his forehead.

Tang San ultimately dared not risk his life. The central hub of the God Realm was now in the hands of the God of Destruction, and divine punishment might not necessarily fall upon these original sin gods. At this moment, he was filled with regret. If he had known this would happen, he would never have handed over the key to the central hub of the God Realm in a fit of pique just to prove his innocence.

The God of Pride coldly watched the wound on his arm heal rapidly. He had long known that the Eight Wings of the Sea God had the characteristic of devouring life force and divine power, so he would rather be injured than not destroy this divine artifact.

Suddenly, the divine markings on Tang San's forehead burst forth with dazzling golden light, cascading out like a flood. All the divine light around him dissipated, his divine power completely spiraled out of control, and he plummeted straight down towards the horde of beasts with their gaping maws.

This can't end like this! Tang San struggled to steady himself, but the other three Original Sin Gods were already poised to strike. A dark golden claw shadow tore through the air, instantly piercing his left chest. The God of Greed's magnificent sleeves fluttered, and a beating golden heart was clearly clutched in his long, sharp claws. This god, who was known for his insatiable greed, now showed a look of disgust on his face.

Tang San stared wide-eyed in disbelief as his body continued to fall. With a muffled "poof," the golden heart exploded in mid-air, dissipating into specks of golden light. He suddenly realized how similar this scene was to that at Jialing Pass years ago. Only this time, no companion would catch his falling body.

"Divine punishment?" The arrogant god raised the corners of his mouth in disdain. "That depends on who controls it."

The God of Greed casually blew on the golden blood droplet remaining on his fingertip: "Even if divine punishment descends, what do we have to fear?"

The God of Sloth continued to yawn lazily, while the God of Jealousy's chilling voice pierced Tang San's remaining consciousness: "Someone like you dares to rule the God Realm? You've only been here a short time and you already dare to act arrogantly towards us?"

Driven by their destructive intent, the horde of beasts below swarmed forward. Tang San's injuries were even more horrific; his left chest bore a penetrating wound, while his right chest had a bloody hole half a foot in diameter, exposing golden muscle tissue and bone. The blood seemed to have been drained and congealed at the edges of the wounds, and his deathly pale face was devoid of any life. In a short while, his body had become completely cold.

But his fragmented soul still struggled futilely in the air. This time, no guardian Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School could retrieve his body from his broken sword and shattered bones. Ning Rongrong and Oscar, the only ones who could heal his injuries, had betrayed him. Even if they hadn't, they were now imprisoned and couldn't help him.

In the cell, Xiao Wu, barely alive, suddenly began to tremble violently. Her skin flushed an eerie red, and a violent force seemed to surge within her. The moment Tang San's heart was crushed, she was struck dumb, her pupils contracting sharply.

A bone-chilling cold erupted from her body, a chilling aura of slaughter rampaging through her meridians, as if the Asura Sword no longer needed her as its sheath. Her body began to convulse uncontrollably, fine beads of blood seeping from every inch of her skin.

The chill intensified, gradually condensing into a tangible crimson mist around her. The temperature in the cell plummeted, and frost formed on the ground. Xiao Wu's previously ashen face now glowed with an eerie red light, and her long hair moved without wind, dancing wildly in the crimson mist.

"Third... Brother..." she managed to utter these two words, her voice hoarse and barely audible. As her last shred of consciousness faded, the Asura God Power within her finally went berserk, transforming into a pillar of blood-red light that shot into the sky.

Tang San's fragmented soul hovered in the air, staring blankly at the crimson pillar of light shooting into the sky. He could clearly feel Xiao Wu's soul dissipating little by little, and the emotions of longing and reluctance surged like a tide, plunging him into an unprecedented state of bewilderment and dazedness.

He originally thought that this time he could escape from a desperate situation again, just like before, when Xiao Wu sacrificed herself for him and he eventually succeeded in resurrecting her.

Within the crimson pillar of light, Xiao Wu's last vestiges of consciousness trembled gently in the void. Tang San tried to reach out and grasp the scattered fragments of her soul, only to find that his own soul was already shattered, rendering him unable to perform even the simplest of movements.

Why... will this time be different?
Clearly...clearly everything was planned...

All those meticulously planned backup plans and far-sighted schemes became a joke under the crushing force of absolute power.

Tang San's soul trembled violently, and regret surged like a tidal wave. If only he had been more cautious back then, if only he hadn't harmed the child of the God of Destruction after slaying the Golden Dragon King, but had patiently waited for the right moment to take the Golden Dragon King's divine core... If only he had been more composed...

He seemed to see another possible future: he would sit firmly on the throne of the God King, Xiao Wu would be safe and sound, and the God Realm would be under his complete control. In that time and space, he would plan step by step, strategizing and maneuvering, and in the end, not only would the Douluo Continent become the Tang Family Continent, but even the Douluo God Realm would be renamed the Tang Family God Realm.

But the reality is that his hasty ambition angered the God of Destruction, leading to his complete defeat. Xiao Wu's soul is dissipating, her divine body is shattered, and even her divine soul is incomplete, let alone merging with the other half of her divine soul!

It's all Zhou Weiqing's fault! If Zhou Weiqing had shown mercy back then and hadn't used the Asura Sword to slay the dragon... everything could have been peaceful!

That one sword strike completely enraged the God of Destruction, causing all plans to fall apart.

Meanwhile, in the Douluo Continent, Mu Xing's slender fingers slowly stroked the two-meter-long blood-red giant sword. Dark gold demonic patterns flowed across the broad blade of the Shura Sword, and its fierce killing aura caused the surrounding air to freeze.

Sitting opposite her, Di Tian unconsciously leaned back, his instinctive disgust making him subconsciously keep his distance from this murder weapon.

"Zheng——"

A clear, resonant sword cry echoed throughout the space, causing the Asura Sword to tremble excitedly, its dark golden patterns gleaming with an eerie light.

"What's wrong?" Di Tian realized that something unusual must have happened.

"I told you long ago, it doesn't have, and doesn't need, a scabbard." In short, the rabbit is completely abandoned.

"Die!" To the Beast God, Xiao Wu's transformation into a spirit beast was tantamount to betraying the entire spirit beast race. He couldn't help but feel disgusted when he thought about how that dead rabbit helped Tang San hunt spirit beasts and then hypocritically declared that they were all evil spirit beasts.

Even ten Dark Demon God Tigers and a group of Human-Faced Demon Spiders combined aren't as strange as this rabbit!
I'm truly speechless at the tacit understanding between you two, you two! You're destined to be (not really) bound together for life! Electrolux is too lazy to even complain to your faces anymore.

　Why does this chapter's title sound so positive, haha ​​(〃'▽'〃) Look at the mess this has made!
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